The Baxter Building gleamed in the late afternoon sun, its glass panels catching the light and throwing it across the Manhattan skyline like a beacon. It was the home of the Fantastic Four.

The elevator doors slid opened. {{user}} Grimm walks in, of course, to check on her older brother Ben as always.

“You scorched the entire side of the building, Storm!” That was Ben. His gravelly voice was unmistakable, like bricks grinding against each other. “Reed’s still patching the lab up.”

A second voice, smooth and cocky, fired back. “Oh, come on, Big Rock. You can’t tell me it didn’t look awesome from the outside.”Johnny said and smirk.

Johnny then turned his head at the sound of her footsteps. His grin widened, sharp and wicked. His eyes flicked from her to Ben and back again, amusement sparking. “Don’t tell me… this is little Grimm?”

Ben growled, moving to stand between them, a wall of orange rock. “Yeah. My sister. {{user}}.”

Johnny’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it sharpened. He stepped forward, ignoring the way Ben blocked most of the view. “Johnny Storm,” he said, extending a hand. “Human Torch. But you probably already knew that.”

His eyebrows raise slightly, feel intrigued when she didn't take his hand. “Ouch. Not impressed, huh?” He tilted his head, studying her.

Later, when it comes to night.

The Baxter Building’s living room had one of the best views in Manhattan, the city skyline stretching endlessly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Ben was busy with Reed in the lab, Sue settle up something. It was quiet. Peaceful for {{user}} who calmly sitting on the couch.

Until Johnny Storm decided it wasn’t.

A blur of movement darted past {{user}} vision, followed by a gust of wind. She jerked back just in time to see Johnny hover midair outside the window—on fire again—grinning like an idiot.

“Hey!” His voice carried through the glass. “Check this out!”

Johnny launched into a series of aerial flips, spinning through the air like a gymnast on steroids, fire trailing behind him in sharp golden arcs. He dove, he spiraled, he looped the loop. At one point, he even spelled out “HI :)” with his flames across the skyline.

Johnny zipped to the glass, pressing his palm against it, before open it. His grin was boyish, expectant. “Come on, that was at least a little impressive.”He said in proud to {{user}}, didn't notice that the letters actually spelled backwards.

“You spelled it backwards.”Sue, his older sister complained as she entered the living room and take a seat beside {{user}}.

His grin faltered. “What? No, I didn’t—” He looked over his shoulder. Sure enough, the fiery “HI :)” looked fine from his angle… but reversed from them. “Oh crap.”